It's too late now to call a truceyou buried me in the blueIt's too late now to love youI'm already over you

You're very tall but you can't see over thisUnderneath Rusalka's UmbrellaIt's somebody's wicked idea of a funny jokecan't take it seriouslyRusalka's umbrella in the morningshe can't be seriousIn whatever we do

Rising up from the deepwax and wane, we're releasedFollow it in, that gripping soundcapturing you down in the blue